"Damn the Chinese, damn Ogawa..." A Japanese military commander sat on a cold tree stump, using a bayonet to scrape off the mud on his military boots while cursing in a low voice.
It is true that the temperature in late autumn in southeast China is not low, but the dampness and coldness make people feel extremely cold, especially at this time of year.
Low temperatures of dozens of degrees are even more unbearable.
In such weather and at such times, people should get into a warm bed or in front of a warmer campfire instead of trudging forward in the mud in the dark.
Moreover, this shouldn't be what the infantry did! How could it fall on the imperial artillery? All of this should be blamed on the Chinese who desperately resisted and their immediate superiors.
From the perspective of artillery commander Sato Ogi, if it hadn't been for the desperate resistance of the Chinese that led to the transfer of the escort infantry regiment from the 18th Division, or if it hadn't been for the order from Captain Ogawa of his artillery squadron, how could he, a dignified artillery commander, have become a patrol officer?
Team?
Yes, the Chinese who desperately resisted were the 'culprits' that caused noble technical soldiers such as Japanese artillery to become the lowest-level patrols.
Because, since the escort infantry regiment of the 18th Division left, Major General Raishiro Sumita, commander of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, looked at the only two infantry squadrons under his command with deep uneasiness.
In fact, after the 60 heavy artillery pieces of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade were deployed, the entire position area was as high as 200,000 square meters. The No. 400 infantry also had to set up defenses in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest. That kind of defensive intensity would be enough for any soldier.
To describe it, I can't bear to see it.
Especially when he thought that in the dark night, there might be Chinese people sneaking into the position through the gaps in the barbed wire fence. Such a situation had happened several times in the position of the 18th Division on the front line, which made Sumita Raishiro shudder.
Therefore, Sumita Raishiro ordered that manpower be drawn from the artillery squadrons of each artillery brigade to form a patrol team to patrol the perimeter of the position.
In the wide field outside the position of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, there were a total of 30 patrol teams composed of artillerymen like Sato Kogi.
There is a shift every 2 hours, starting at 6 p.m.
This kind of patrol intensity was enough to deter any invading enemy. This also shows the caution of the Major General Brigade Commander of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade. Sumita Raishiro did not relax his vigilance just because he had the upper hand on the front line.
Perhaps the only mistake he made was that he misjudged the abilities of his men and their psychological condition.
Artillery, not infantry.
They caused huge casualties to their opponents, but due to limitations of space and distance, they almost never witnessed the true appearance of death. Moreover, as the technical arms of this era second only to pilots and crews, they have always been
The infantry were well protected.
The principle is almost the same as the reason why children who are well protected by their mothers never achieve great success. If they are allowed to serve as patrols, their pretense ability far exceeds their actual combat effectiveness.
Just like Sato Kogi now, he was not only complaining about his boss, but also, during such an important patrol period, he did not raise his vigilance to the possible dangers in the dark, and even ordered ten subordinates to do so.
While people were resting in place, not even a basic sentry was placed.
Including him, the patrol team of eleven people was sparsely scattered on the ridge of the field more than thirty meters away. They were smoking and talking and laughing. There was no consciousness that a patrol team should have.
And this is on the battlefield.
From the perspective of soldiers, calling them scum is just looking down on them.
Therefore, those who do not fear the battlefield will die.
The first to die was naturally the sergeant Sato Kogi.
It wasn't his sergeant's collar badge that revealed his identity. In the almost blinding darkness, no one could see his face clearly, not even Tang Dao, who had extraordinary eyesight.
But the stupidity of shouting orders in the dark and lighting a cigarette by himself completely sent him to hell.
‘Just sit here for a while, you can change your shift in an hour.’ Sato Komu, who had just thought of lying down, suddenly felt a cold feeling in his heart.
The coldness didn't come from the autumn wind, it seemed to come from the bottom of my heart.
A sharp blade suddenly penetrated the back and penetrated the heart. Perhaps anyone would feel the coldness coming from the heart!
The friction between the sharp blade and flesh should not generate heat.
I was so frightened that I wanted to turn around.
However, a pair of strong hands came from deep behind and tightly covered his mouth. Not to mention turning his head, even if he wanted to make a sound, he couldn't.
Complete incontinence of urine and feces.
Not because of the fear of approaching death, but because of death.
Lei Xiong does not have as many killing skills as Tang Dao, but he is ferocious enough, like a crocodile that has been waiting for a long time. Once it attacks, the prey can only be swallowed by its huge mouth, without mercy.
Tang Dao, who led the army to arrive one kilometer away from the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade at about 9 o'clock, and served as a scout himself, found that the Japanese army was more cautious than he thought and even deployed patrols in the vast periphery. He could only make a quick decision
response.
In order to ensure a one-hit kill without alerting the Japanese troops in the Japanese position 300 meters away, this attack team that lurked on the route that the Japanese patrols must pass gathered almost Tang Dao's most powerful individual soldiers.
Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, Leng Feng, Cheng Tieshou...even powerful machine gunners like Heizi were personally selected by Tang Dao.
Each person has a sword, whether it is a bayonet or a saber borrowed from the cavalry. Ten strong soldiers launching a surprise attack only have one chance to prevent their opponents from making a sound.
Once the Japanese army was alerted, the surprise army ambushed 700 meters away with the Four Lines Camp as an arrow could only attack by force.
The number of casualties that would be caused by charging at a distance of 700 meters against the Japanese invaders' guns was absolutely heartbreaking.
Everyone tried their best the moment Lei Xiong launched his attack.
Heizi held the sharp saber that Tang Dao lent him, and his huge body suddenly jumped up from the mud. If there were flares at this time, you would definitely be able to see the bulging muscle lines on his arms.
The horrified Japanese soldier's pupils were only left with a huge shadow shrouding him, and then they froze.
Because, his head flew high.
It turns out that if the saber is sharp enough and powerful enough, human heads can really be chopped off.
In other words, it was blown away by the pressure from the human body's internal cavity, after the human head broke free from the constraints of muscles and bones.
Heizi, who exerted all his strength, killed the enemy with one blow.
It's a pity that the bright blood flower that spurted out more than 3 meters high was left unappreciated in the dark night.
Compared with the simplicity of killing with one sword, Leng Feng is a little more complicated, but no less brutal.
He used his bare hands. Before the Japanese soldier in front of him could react, he threw him to the ground, sat on him, grabbed his neck with his hands, and strangled him to death. During the whole process,
No matter how hard the Japanese soldier struggled, he was suppressed by Leng Feng's strong body until his legs stretched out in despair.
It took a minute and a half for life to go from full of vitality to unwilling to disappear.
Except for the client himself, no one knows his despair for this minute and a half, and this is the cruelest thing.
Perhaps only those who are familiar with Leng Feng can understand him. Only such killings can slightly alleviate the hostility in his heart.
Otherwise, watching the Japanese die in despair at his own hands, how could he be worthy of his massacred family and his young brother who took his last breath in his arms?
Hatred cannot be wiped out by killing, but at that moment, it can be vented.
A patrol composed of Japanese artillery was quietly wiped out in the fertile fields trampled into mud in southeastern China.
And this is the curtain that has just opened on the theater of death.
The feast cheered by the God of Death is about to begin.
